A chill moved through me.
“That doesn’t make me feel better.”
“It wasn’t supposed to.”
At the end of the hallway, Daniel turned back toward me.
“Mr. Prescott is coming up.”
My stomach tightened.
Ethan heard him.
“Elena.”
“What?”
“Do not accuse him.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Good.”
“Because I don’t need instructions from you anymore.”
A pause.
“No,” Ethan said quietly. “You don’t.”
That answer took some of the fight out of me.
I glanced inside the room.
Lily shifted.
I lowered my voice.
“I’m hanging up.”
“Call Celeste in the morning.”
“My attorney?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because whatever happens next, I want everything documented.”
I frowned.
“Why would you want that?”
“Because I handled this badly.”
“That may be the first thing we’ve agreed on in months.”
“I deserve that.”
His voice softened.
“But if I’m right about Northbridge, this stopped being only about our
